However, many monks present were already accustomed to this chaos. After all, they had experienced many upheavals and were used to it.
It was just when a monk who was transcending tribulation saw the huge hole in the sky healing little by little, and the occasional stream of light flowing through the clouds.
Something flashed through my mind, and I reached out my hand to feel the air carefully.
"This...what is this? Is the spiritual power reviving?!"
After hearing his words, the other monks beside him gradually realized that something was wrong.
After feeling it carefully, it turned out that as expected, the spiritual energy in the air that had been exhausted due to the long-lasting war was recovering at an extremely fast speed.
The knowledgeable cultivator finally discovered that there was something wrong with the faintly visible Taoist pattern in the sky.
"That's the pattern of heaven and earth!"
When the Heaven and Earth Dharma Pattern appeared, some cultivators who knew what it was couldn't help but gasp.
The patterns on heaven and earth are the result of the common origin of the rules of heaven and earth.
There are three thousand worlds, divided into upper, middle and lower levels, and the countless small worlds in each universe, and each boundary and continent, have their own laws and rules.
The strength of the laws of heaven and the patterns of heaven and earth also affects the strength of this universe.
It is like the laws of nature on a lower continent, which are not as strong and complete as those on a medium or higher continent.
The incomplete laws of heaven have a strong impact on the cultivators and living beings in the realm.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many cultivators ascending to higher realms.
The order of each world is both orderly and disordered, maintaining its operating trajectory under a set of general rules.
However, if a lower-level world has the opportunity to become stronger, it is possible for it to grow into a medium-level world or even a high-level world.
If something unexpected happens to the higher and middle worlds, or if they operate improperly, such as war, they may also fall into the middle or lower worlds.
Therefore, the laws of nature and the patterns of heaven and earth in a world become increasingly important.
At this moment, Pankong's realm breakthrough was destroyed, but the power of rules connecting this piece of sky was slowly re-arranged.
The Emperor Jiuchong's eyes were filled with tears.
This Pankong exchange meeting has finally ended!
And this exchange meeting was a disaster for them!
In the end, because of Yan Rong and the giant hand, both Pankong Realm and Yunyan Realm suffered huge losses.
If the huge hole in the sky torn by the giant hand is not filled, it will definitely be an unprecedented and unrepeatable hidden danger to the entire universe.
Not to mention those immortals in the fairy world who have bad intentions and want to take action, even some space meteorites, space storms, or some strange creatures floating in space will be a disaster for the surrounding continents.
If things go wrong, this huge hole may cause the surrounding continents to fall, or even create a new divided world.
No matter which one it is, it is destined that another group of creatures will disappear.
But fortunately, it has been filled now.
All the cultivators couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The increasingly dense spiritual energy in the air made some low-level cultivators unable to help but take a breath.
The sunlight shining down from the sky spread across the devastated earth.
The surroundings are still filled with traces of the war.
Even though the smell was not very pleasant, many of the surviving monks could not help but take a breath again and again.
Some monks who were hurriedly looking for people finally couldn't help crying when they saw their relatives and friends who were still alive.
"elder sister!"
"Dad! Mom!"
These monks are simply very lucky.
However, the light in the eyes of some monks is full of vitality, while the eyes of some monks are destined to become numb and empty because of this war.
Dying, with only one eye left, or broken limbs, damaged tendons and veins, and a destroyed dantian... they can be seen everywhere.
But what he saw more often was the lifeless body lying on the ground.
Some people couldn't help but kneel on the ground and cry loudly.
A shrill, heart-wrenching cry, or a low whimper from a throat so dry from grief and despair that not even a single sound could be uttered...
There are also quite a few whose bodies have turned to ashes, leaving no trace behind.
They couldn't even remember the names of those monks who bravely charged into the bloodthirsty tribe, the blood-colored monsters, or those who died in the final battle...
Even though they had witnessed too many separations and deaths, the tragedy before them still made some monks turn away.
This is war.
There is no such thing as tragedy. Perhaps there is only something more tragic than this...
The cultivators from the outside world finally broke into the Pankong realm after the energy storms around them stabilized.
When they saw the scene before them, some monks who were thinking of making a fortune by picking up some bargains fell silent.
Huo Shen walked step by step to the edge of the huge pit, holding Kunyun tighter and tighter.
"Senior, this is the junior Shen Qingyi."
"The younger generation wants to pursue their own path."
"This supreme sword technique, every thrust and every thrust, pursues speed and strength. You need more practice!"
"yes!"
"Stupid! With your swordsmanship, you're still being praised by so many monks! Hurry up! Practice!"
"yes!"
"Is it really that difficult to accept me as your master?"
…
"Senior Huo, I'm here to say goodbye to you..."
"If Qingyi is lucky enough to survive this time, please accept me as your disciple!"
"This is my gift to you..."
"If there is no bird that stands out, everyone is a chicken in a cage waiting to be slaughtered!"
Huo Shen couldn't help but clench his hands a little tighter, his knuckles turning white and making crackling sounds.
If there were no birds that stand out, would everyone in the world be chickens in a cage waiting to be slaughtered?
The cage is open, but where is the bird?
"Shen Qingyi..."
She Zijiang's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the deep pit.
More and more people gathered around.
"That little girl..."
Jiuchong sighed a little.
That little girl is truly amazingly talented, and truly... very brave.
It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people…
“Crack!”
Just as the cultivators were sighing, a crisp cracking sound was heard in the silent deep pit.
Suddenly, Jiuchong's spirit was shaken.
He had the spiritual root of a natural tree and was at a high stage of tribulation, so naturally he was the first to sense the abnormality underground than other cultivators.
That tiny, almost negligible ray of hope...
The wood spiritual power in his hand burst out, and the underground soil flew up layer by layer.
"Nine-fold Emperor?"
A monk nearby asked in confusion.
Is there something in this huge pit?
Huo Shen seemed to have thought of something, his eyes fixed on the place where Jiuchong was digging.
The ninth level of wood spiritual power transformed into countless silk vines, digging the piece of land on the ground quickly and carefully.
As the pit grew deeper and deeper, countless bones were exposed, and some monks couldn't help but wonder if there were some treasures buried underneath.
Jiuchong controlled his spiritual power. The close gazes from several people around him made him, an emperor who was undergoing tribulation, become cautious.
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